As the dark clouds they do gather
I sing my last lament
For the ravens they do gather
My strength is almost spent
My life force it disperses
My blood lies in the sand
The Darkness now Descends
My Death is Close at Hand
My Death is Close at Hand

The Gae Bolga, my companion
I have put my trust in thee
But the darkness of the grave
Claims us all, eventually
I bid farewell to my loved ones
They and my kinsmen, please remember me

Through sacred Lugh, my father
My name will never die
The deeds I have achieved
Insures my name amongst my brothers
Throughout the sacred green of Éireann
My name will echo in the valleys